Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon

Seeker Of Truth Follow No Path All Paths Lead Where Truth Is Here.

Humanity I Love You Because You Are Perpetually Putting The Secret Of Life In Your Pants And Forgetting It's There And Sitting Down On It And Because You Are Forever Making Poems In The Lap Of Death Humanity I Hate You

All By All And Deep By Deep And More By More They Dream Their Sleep Noone And Anyone Earth By April Wish By Spirit And If By Yes

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair Into Hugeness World System Universe And Bang -fear Buries A Tomorrow Under Woe And Up Comes Yesterday Most Green And Young